Curtains
The curtains are made for moving
Cuz you know sometimes you’re not always there
You don’t need it now
Your head’s shaped like a cow
Till all is here
The world’s just a sphere
No bigger than the balls you suck
Hey you with your head down
Don’t you know
A dart can’t be where it’s always at?
You’ve all been always there
Your head’s shaped like a pear
You search through the lights
Instead of jumping in the pie
Of life that you slice
Till it’s just right
You’re so often seen along
The west side wheel of the mills that you steal
To get around the coating of the slobs
It’s always made you feel the best
You always need less and less
Of the casual forces that lead you away from the nest
But I know your face
It’s all out of place
I know your face
It’s all out of place
